AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter 6
“I don’t even see why I should go,” Olivia complained as she rummaged through her suitcase.
“Just think of it as a lunch date with an attractive man,” said Daya. Olivia turned around and looked at Daya with a blank facial expression. “Well, you did say that he was good-looking, right?” Daya asked.
“He’s okay.”
“That isn’t how you described him.” Daya started laughing.
Olivia smiled and shook her head. She pulled out a short-sleeved, printed knee-length dress and quickly changed into it. She slipped into flat sandals. She untied her waves of hair and just finger combed it.
“Here I go,” Olivia said.
“Okay, have fun,” Daya replied.
Olivia headed out of her room and rushed downstairs. Just as Sheikh Solomon had said, there was a driver waiting for her. She got into the car. It was strange having a driver take her somewhere. She was used to taking the bus or riding her bike to places. This was new for her. She just sat in the backseat and looked out of the window.
As they drove into the city, Olivia’s breath was taken away by its beauty. She wished she could explore Lebanon. She had never had the opportunity to travel to different countries. It was a shame that the first time she had left America, she was looking for a father she did not know existed.
Olivia arrived at the home of Sheikh Boutros almost twenty minutes later. They drove through large cast-iron gates. They drove up the driveway and parked outside a massive stone-colored mansion. It made Sheikh Solomon’s house look pretty small.
“Is this a hotel?” Olivia asked.
“No, miss, this is Sheikh Boutros’s residence,” said the driver.
“Oh wow.” Olivia was shocked. It was big enough to be a hotel. She just got out of the car and walked towards the house. She walked up the small flight of five stairs. A maid dressed in black and white opened the front door for Olivia.
“Miss Olivia Solomon?” the maid asked.
“No, Olivia Grant,” she corrected her. She had not taken her father’s name.
“My apologies. Come this way please.” The maid turned and started walking. Olivia stepped into the house and followed the maid. She gasped when she saw the imperial-looking staircase in front of her. The stairs were white with brown wooden railings. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The floor was made of white marble.
The maid headed down the wide hallway and then turned right. There large white double doors led into a big living room. The room had a beautiful cream and beige décor. There was a nice sitting area with cream tufted chairs with cream cushions. There were beautiful paintings hung on the wall. All the paintings had the same light brown frame that matched the furniture. There were glass double doors to the left leading to a courtyard.
“The sheikh will be with you in a moment,” the maid said to Olivia.
“Okay,” she replied. He should have been waiting for her, she thought to herself. She walked over to the glass doors and looked outside. There was a patio made of wood. There was a marble table with wooden chairs. The courtyard was large and filled with neatly cut green lawn and colorful flowers.
“You like the courtyard?” a deep voice sounded from behind Olivia. She turned around and found the tall, handsome sheikh standing before her. He was wearing a navy-blue shirt and charcoal grey trousers.
“It’s not polite to make a lady wait,” Olivia said to him.
The sheikh smiled at her.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
“There will be no next time. I am going back to Atlanta.”
Sheikh Boutros raised his eyebrows. “Well, that’s a shame,” he said. He opened the glass doors and walked out onto the patio. “Lunch will be served in a moment.” He gestured for Olivia to come out also. Olivia walked out onto the patio. The sheikh pulled out the chair her.
“Thank you,” she said as she sat down. The sheikh sat opposite her. “What should I call you?” she asked.
“Sheikh Boutros,” he replied.
Olivia narrowed her gaze at him.
“That is too long and too formal. What is your first name?”
